I'm talking about a ghost

she said, "a friend of hers, who took a nap in the summer, in the middle of the night, saw a woman lift a curtain into the house, with white cloth over her head and a mourning dress, and walked towards the inside.

it was thought that the women of the neighbours might come looking for their wives.

but then again, why go to people's homes in unlucky clothes? i'm wondering, the woman has come out of the house.

he took a closer look at the woman, who was in her thirties, had a yellow and bloated face, had a very low eyebrow and a terrible look.

the women hesitated to leave and came closer to their bed.

i'll pretend to be asleep and see what happens.

very often, women are dressed and placed on the stomach of an aging, who feels hundreds of pounds.

i know everything, but i want to raise my hand, like being tied; i can't move my foot if i want to lift it.

i was anxious to cry for help, and i couldn't hear it.

the woman then sniffed his face with her mouth, his cheek, his nose, her eyebrow and her forehead.

angry thinks her mouth is cold and cold.

he wanted to bite her hard when she smelled her cheeks.

not a long time ago, i smelled my cheeks, and the old man bit her cheekbones with his teeth.

the woman felt pain and wanted to leave, struggle and cry.

but the more they bite, the more their instincts flow through their cheeks, and their pillows get wet.

while he was earning two hard times, he heard the voice of his wife in the courtyard, who cried out, "the ghost!" the woman ran away.

the wife ran into the house, saw nothing, laughed at him for a bad dream.

he gave details of the strange thing and said there was blood on the pillow.

the two men did look at something like the leaking water in the house and wetted their pillows and mats.

sneak down, smell out.

after a few days, there was a remnant of smell。